What of those eyes that heaven did so bless,
Alluring smiles to best telluric dreams;
Lithe loving arms to lonely souls caress,
Smooth satin skin soft silvered by moonbeams.
A sylphid sweet swoon sailing on the night;
Love murmured songs to soothe the savage beast
In tones to top brave Orpheus in his plight
When he did croon to save Eurydice.
Yet here on earth, yes she a woman born
With all the carnal chattels of desire,
A sultry sprite to every heart so warm
That it soon melt or burn in love stoked fire.
A spirit right to ever haunt the mind—
And with closed eyes, forever there to find.
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